Slow Train - Streets Of Laredo

It’s the story of the ages

Don’t mind the failures that I’m making

So many secrets in the garden

Watching teachers growing old

It’s a long line across a river

Crossing bridges, meeting strangers

Swapping stories about the old folks

Epic tales to be told

Empty tables

She’s out the window

On the twelfth day

Of September

It’s a long, hard road

And It’s a slow train, slow train

My Grandfather left me a song

In his letters I have read

I promise I will pass him on

Tales of long ago

Slowly breaking through the layers

I’m a long way from where it started

And I can feel it

Things are getting better

Slow train, Slow train

That gets there